So what if I die today? The strange blue and green marble of chaos keeps spinning The meaningless beings of hate stay floating The sun and moon rise and set day in and day out The broken cries of that starving child still cry and shout The bullets keep flying and the bombs keep dropping And as much as we'd like to leave our marks on the world The world always forgets and moves on Down the same destructive path Over and over And over Until all our marks fade away Till there's nothing left but *dust
Another cynical poem by RH. It's strange though because the RH I know is both cynical and hypocritical and basically a walking contradiction. She's pessimistic yet believes she can help change the world for the better and leave her mark and I have no doubt she'll do just that just like all of you wonderful people will one day accomplish your goals as well. Happy writing ~BM